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JUST FOR AN HOUR...

For
most of us, one of the hardest things to do is to accept the idea that we are
dispensable...

That, without
us, the world can function perfectly well…
Life can go on perfectly well, as well.

On this July
24, my wife and I decided to quietly celebrate my 58th birthday in
Pune, with Kenrick, our only son and Dr. Deepak, our close friend. What
surprised me, that day, was a very simple fact I had not noted all these years,
but Dr. Deepak pointed out. He said, “You are born on ‘twenty four/seven’!”

The mind is so
addicted to thoughts and habits… that to live without those thoughts and habits
seems impossible. The thoughts, mostly of negative nature … worry and anxiety,
fear and clinging… fear of losing… insecurity, doubt, jealousy and anger… guilt
and regress, shame, hopelessness. These thoughts, I think, are responsible for making us hide behind the continuous
addiction to texting, forwarding, commenting, responding, ‘searching’, tweeting,…
liking and unliking… ceaseless partying, spending, shopping… smoking, drinking
doing drugs, sexual excess… and so…

I say, ‘excessive’…
‘addictive’ thoughts and habits.

If alone the
mind could experience the stillness of an hour!

Just for an
hour or so, if we could see the reality, that life is beautiful even if we do
not show that addictive restlessness to react and respond… to text, smoke,
drink and spend…

Twenty-four is
an hour!

An hour, if we
are able to spend with our quiet strength, without the addictive hold… I,
think, this life can be a wonderful experience…

Yes, the old
prayer ‘Just for today’… is now broken down to ‘Just for an hour’… This hour in
hand.

The next hour…
day, week, month, year and life… even eternity… yes, they will all simply
follow the hour… This hour.

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